Rivalry

Crosby knew that the first thing he had to know was: What or who did those dogs kill?
He heard it coming from the vicinity of Mario's mansion, up on a hilltop.
After a good half hour of walking/breaks, he saw what caused all the ruckus last night.
A black, fallen tree-looking figure right behind the house in the infinite yard. As Sid walked over to it, he saw that there were two Great Dane-ish dogs with it, one white with brown approaches, and one all black.
Hmm. "What were they around it for-oh. Ew."
Turns out, it wasn't a fallen tree. The black color was from a suit. It turned out to be the carcass of yours truly, with his own dogs gnawing away at the bones and meat. Too bad it wasn't a Flyer, REALLY.
Crosby could swear he was about to throw up at both the sight of the player-owner's dogs feeding on their own master, and the reek of decomposing human flesh on this 75°F day.
"Oh, well. Meat is meat.", Crosby murmured.
He hovered over the body after the dogs were supposedly finished. All he was able to collect the town suit as fabric which he used right now for a meat bag, a liver, stomach, unharmed leg, gut, and used the axe head to crack his skull open like a melon to retrieve the brain and neck.
He's not done yet, though.
Crosby used a skate blade from a skate he saved from the night they left, and trimmed off Mario's hair as if it were fur, and skinned Mario of his rich, apricot-colored soon-to-be-leather skin.
"I could use this for something very, very useful.", He thought.

Notes

AN: More interesting stuff to come!